Sometimes I think sometime i sing thinking it's a little thing sometimes i do it without anything maybe i ask myself something's i need in order to succeed so i got both to bring but everyone wants to attack me but before i wasn't seen then i wasn't mean then i see who is me what is me what people can see who i am and what can where do i go how do i flow what is really going on cause have no song once i get out the end of road i am marching so cold but yet i walk so bold at this end of this road alone going to home in my cold zone and the way i act my cold tone just acting the way i was told sometimes i think i will never get out even scream and shout no one will give a fuck about about how i am bound in my only that i stuck that i only hope for luck to strike me before i am struck it the only way to get back is the fact i have to attack and i have to make what makes me ache and forced to handle what i cant take but i have to awake because i know it ain't a time to be late cause if dont i will meet final fate i know i can not stay and think these i ideas have to sink they will be me so i can really see so i can be best MC that this world has ever seen i will have to be someone else someone no one can tell pulling myself everyday in every say in my everyway and show them my skills so i can kill some MC s sometimes i think why am i in the dead front why i am i still in the fight what outcome do i see what do i wanna be i think sometimes hitting deadline not hitting my headline with pair of headlights with things i dont sight with only things don't come tight who am i forcing my mind to handle my fight even when i make mistakes i don't see a light waiting for dead end when someone said be careful of what do cause all are not you so think it through and don't even think of turning blue or i will through and make black and blue and hit you with a shoe to make it few